Moanin' low, My sweet man, I love him so; Though he's mean as can be; He's the kind of a man needs the kind of woman like me. Gonna die, if sweet man should pass me by, If I die, where'll he be? He's the kind of a man needs the kind of woman like me. Don't know any reason why he treats me so poorly; What have I gone and done? Makes my troubles double with his worries, When surely I ain't deservin' of none. Moanin' low, My sweet man is gonna go, When he goes, oh, Lordy! He's the kind of a man needs the kind of woman like me. Don't know any reason why he treats me so poorly; What have I gone and done? Makes my troubles double with his worries, When surely I ain't deservin' of none. Moanin' low, My sweet man is gonna go, When he goes, oh, Lordy! He's the kind of a man needs the kind of woman like me. My man is leavin' me.